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“Does joking include a bloody nose and lips, soldier?” He’s asking Matvey, but he’s still looking at me. “Sometimes, yes, sir,” Matvey replies confidently like the lowlife he is. “Very well.” The captain finally pushes back, but before I can breathe properly, he swings his fist and punches Matvey across the face so hard, he reels back from the power of it.
I’m ninety-nine percent sure Lipovsky is a woman. The only reason I keep addressing him as a he is because that’s the gender he chooses to display on the outside. In fact, he’s making a lot of effort to avoid standing out.
I stare down at him, and I can smell the soft tones of his skin. The little fucking tease.
And then his voice, one made of a strange mix of nightmares and lullabies, rings in my ear. “What the fuck am I going to do with you?”
His free hand strokes my cheek so gently and lovingly, I think I’m going to melt. “You can do this, Solnyshko.”
I must be dreaming or else…or else…Captain Kirill just called me his sun. A term of endearment that’s only used between lovers.
“Captain…” “Call me Kirill. The old couple will find it weird that you address your supposed husband as Captain. They’re too old-fashioned and need clear labels.”
“If you prefer being a man, you’ll have to wait until we’re out of here.” “You…aren’t going to ask why I did this?” “It’s none of my business.” “But it’s against the military rules.” “Right. That.” He seems to be deep in thought. “I don’t give a fuck. People should be allowed to be whoever they want to be, so if you prefer being a man, be a man.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to be a woman, it’s that I can’t. I…” “You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Aleksander.” “It’s Aleksandra.”
Kirill lifts my chin with his forefinger and says in a low tone, “Then get used to it, Solnyshko.”
“So what happens now?” I ask after I finish cleaning the blood. “Now”—a slow smirk tilts his lips—“I take over the world, Sasha. And you’ll be right by my side.”
My words come to a halt when he does something that stuns me into silence. Kirill leans down and bites my ear. It’s not a lick or a nibble. It’s a flat-out bite that sends both a chill and zings of pain down my spine. Then, just like that, he pulls back.
“I’m trying to decide whether or not to fuck you.” I choke on my own breaths, and any logical thoughts seem to fly out the window. “You…what?” “You don’t have a hearing problem, so quit acting like you do.” His free hand strokes my cheek, then makes a slow path to my mouth. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since we were in that village. I contemplated throwing you down, opening your legs, and taking what I wanted. I fantasized about leaving my marks on this translucent skin, and not letting them fade. I imagined taking you over and over until you screamed and cried while begging for more.”
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He twists my nipple again, harder, with sure intent that makes me want to cry. “Tempting.” Another pinch, and more torture. “Irresistible.” He pulls this time, adding a maddening friction that starts in my nipples and ends right between my legs. “And the worst part is, you have no fucking clue you are. That’s why you keep flaunting yourself around so innocently, for anyone to see, but we can’t have that, now, can we? I’m the only one who knows how beautiful you are, aren’t I?”
I don’t know why I think he’s never been as beautiful as he is right now. All tattooed and tall and handsome. He’s a monster, too, but maybe monsters do it better than others.
Her lips shake and I can’t resist the incessant need to ravage her. I remove my glasses and press my mouth to hers. My tongue thrusts inside her welcoming heat, and I kiss her with the savagery of an animal.
I kiss her as if I’ll never stop kissing her, and she kisses me like she wants to break this twisted connection but can’t.
“Look at who owns you, Solnyshko. Look at how your body submits to me as if it was made for me. You are mine, and you will always be fucking mine. You’ll never belong to anyone else but me.”
